The Poetical Works of John Milton ... |
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... And rest can never dwell ! hope never comes , That comes to all : but torture
without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur
unconsum'd ! Such place eternal justice had prepar'd 70 For those rebellious ;
here their ...
... And rest can never dwell ! hope never comes , That comes to all : but torture
without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur
unconsum'd ! Such place eternal justice had prepar'd 70 For those rebellious ;
here their ...
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As whom the fables name , of monstrous size , That glory never shall his wrath or
might Titanian , or Earth - born , that warr'd on Jove , Extort from me , to bow and
sue for grace Briareus , or Typhon , whom the den With suppliant knee , and ...
As whom the fables name , of monstrous size , That glory never shall his wrath or
might Titanian , or Earth - born , that warr'd on Jove , Extort from me , to bow and
sue for grace Briareus , or Typhon , whom the den With suppliant knee , and ...
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... and void of pain , With armed watch , that render all access 130 This horror will
grow mild , this darkness , light : Impregnable : oft on the bordering deep Besides
what hope the never - ending flight 221 Encamp their legions ; or with obscure ...
... and void of pain , With armed watch , that render all access 130 This horror will
grow mild , this darkness , light : Impregnable : oft on the bordering deep Besides
what hope the never - ending flight 221 Encamp their legions ; or with obscure ...
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... strange thy outcry , and thy words so strange A cry of hell - hounds never
ceasing bark'd Thou interposest , that my sudden hand With wide Cerberian
mouths full loud , and Prevented , spares to tell thee yet by deeds rung 655 What
it intends ...
... strange thy outcry , and thy words so strange A cry of hell - hounds never
ceasing bark'd Thou interposest , that my sudden hand With wide Cerberian
mouths full loud , and Prevented , spares to tell thee yet by deeds rung 655 What
it intends ...
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Is the will 270 With these , that never fade , the spirits elect 360 Of his great
Father . Admiration seiz'd [ tend , Bind their resplendent locks , inwreath'd with All
heaven , what this might mean , and whither beams ; Wond'ring ; but soon th ...
Is the will 270 With these , that never fade , the spirits elect 360 Of his great
Father . Admiration seiz'd [ tend , Bind their resplendent locks , inwreath'd with All
heaven , what this might mean , and whither beams ; Wond'ring ; but soon th ...
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110 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar: Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm...
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away. And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — it was — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the Laureate Hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament...